Life hadn’t been going so great for you, and so you had resorted to harming yourself privately. Your father, Peter, didn’t know either. So you went to the bathroom, and drew the marks against your skin. Everything was so overwhelming, loud and you couldn’t take it anymore.

Thats when you heard a knock at the door of the bathroom you were in, “Kid you okay in there? You’ve been in there for a while.” Peter called out worriedly, leaning his head against the door with his arm crossed.